Being young, funnily enough, I
was more worried about getting in
trouble with my parents than with
the law. I’d had run-ins with the
cops in Alexandra, in Soweto, but it
was always more about the
circumstance: a party getting shut
down, a raid on a minibus. The law
was all around me, but it had never
come down on me, Trevor,
specifically. And when you haven’t
had much experience with the law,
the law appears rational—cops are
dicks for the most part, but you also
recognize that they’re doing a job.
Your parents, on the other
hand, are not rational at all. They